God Particles - James Crews

[Lawrence Robinson]

God Particles



I could almost hear their soft collisions 

on the cold air today, but when I came in,

 
shed my layers and stood by the fire,

I felt them float toward me like spores 

 
flung far from their source, having crossed

miles of ocean and fields unmown to most 

 
just to keep my body fixed to its place

on the earth. Call them God if you must,

 
these messengers that bring hard evidence

of what I once was and where I have been ---

 
filling me with bits of stardust, whaleskin, 

and goosedown from the pillow where Einstein

 
slept, tucked in his cottage in New Jersey,

dreaming of things I know I’ll never see.



	- James Crews


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